Chapter 96： Mr. Lian fainted

It's just that she and the young master of the Qiao family have "never met", so it's really impossible to talk about whether they should raise their eyebrows or treat each other as guests after marriage.

That being the case, we can only wait until the day of the wedding and make it clear to the young master of the Qiao family.

She married him to help him avoid three years of mourning, and she would never interfere with him in anything, let alone touch him in the slightest. In the future, the two will marry separately and have nothing to do with each other.

It's just that I don't know if Nan Jun wants to smack his current face when he really sees the young master of the Qiao family in the future, and then say: "Those are all bullshit, there are countless things to do! Entering my Nan family's door is a My husband in Nanjun, you don't want to escape anywhere."

That night, Nan Jun lay on the bed tossing and turning, and when he closed his eyes, all he saw was the man's face.

His panic and bewilderment, his worries and doubts, his tears and dodges...

Who is he?

The bowl with green bamboo on the bedside was glowing white against the moonlight, as if accusing Nan Jun of his stupidity.

It wasn't until the third watch sound outside that Nan Jun fell into a dream.

It's just that the delicate man in the dream was not as indifferent as today, instead he threw himself into her arms and kept calling her "Sister Yu".

The corners of Nan Jun's mouth slowly curled up, thinking that in her dream, she was in her arms with soft fragrance and soft jade, so it must be a lot of tenderness!

Qiao Yun flew away from the Eight Princes' Mansion, but he couldn't stand still while leaning on the wall.

Big teardrops fell from his eyes, and the immature embroidered purse kept lingering in front of his eyes.

Speaking of which, it's not that he hasn't blamed her these years, every time she hurt him, he felt wronged.

From the looks of it now, she might not be better off than herself.

Even though she can't remember anything, she still remembers the promise she made to herself.

The thin and small man cried for an unknown amount of time in the night wind, until he calmed down, and then quietly returned to Qiao's mansion.

Since then, Nan Jun has been able to receive the soup from Qiao's house every day. I don't know if it's because the taste is too familiar, or something else, but Nan Jun always drinks it on time.

Lian Qing lived in the Eighth Prince's Mansion for a month, but no one from Lian's family came to look for him.

Nan Jun couldn't help sighing, this unfavored son is really worthless!

As everyone knows, although there are rumors that the son of the Lian family saved the Eighth Prince's daughter, the Holy Majesty has not decreed a reward, so why would the new lord of the Lian family let his wife and master find that useless son?

If there is an imperial decree of reward, even if Lian Yao can't ask, then Lian Zhengjun will urge her to come and pick up Lian Qing.

After all, the Eighth Prince married the young master of the Qiao family as soon as she came back. Only those who are not open-minded would take the initiative to mention Lian Wen. If they offend the Qiao family, they will offend half of the southern kingdom.

Although few people mentioned it, the news that Lian Wen lived in the Eighth Prince's Mansion reached Qiao Yun's ears.

Qiao Yun found out early in the morning that Lian Wen had tampered with Nan Jun's affairs, but he didn't expect him to pretend to be Nan Jun's savior.

When Qiao Yun heard Shuang'er mentioning that Lian Qing had lived in the Eight Princes' Mansion for a month, his expression changed with anger.

"Lian Qing, you'd better not touch her, otherwise don't blame me for disregarding years of love!"

Qiao Yun has never been a person who likes to make friends with people, but when he was young, he saw Lianqing as pitiful, and was bullied everywhere, and because of his nickname, he collided with others, causing him to be scolded, so he took care of him more a bit.

I don't want the person who grew up under my protection to have Nan Jun's idea, which makes Qiao Yun angry and regretful.

I shouldn't have saved that white-eyed wolf in the first place, let him harm Nan Jun for nothing, and wanted to occupy the magpie's nest and take credit for myself.

For Yu Qiaoyun, it didn't matter whether Nan Jun knew that he saved her, but Lian Qing shouldn't have taken Nan Jun's medicine.

The medicine was just one point short, and it might have killed Nan Jun.

The smooth-cut nails scraped against the fine red nanmu table, making an ear-piercing sound, which made Shuang'er shrink her neck in fright, not daring to look at her young master.

Young master, he is good at everything, but he will lose his mind when encountering the Eighth Prince's daughter.

"My lord..." the servant outside the door called out to the inside with a happy expression on his face.

"What is it?"

Qiao Yun suppressed the anger on his body, and said in a cold voice.

"The palace sent someone to deliver the wedding dress. The lord said that he asked you to go over and try it. If something is not suitable, let the people in the palace change it quickly while the people in the palace are still there..."

After hearing about the wedding dress, Qiao Yun's mood improved.

Counting the days, the day of their wedding is not far away.

Thinking that he would be by Nan Jun's side soon, Qiao Yun's brows and eyes stretched a little.

Slowly got up, smoothed the long hair hanging in front of him, thinking that he would be that person's husband in the future, Qiao Yun couldn't help but blushed.

It's just that he doesn't show it on his face, and others can't see it.

Shuang'er, who was following Qiao Yun, saw the joy in her young master's eyes, and couldn't help laughing secretly.

After waiting for so many years, the young master finally got his wish.

The already pretty face looked even fairer against the bright red wedding dress.

Qiao Zhengjun looked at his son happily, with a look of pride on his face.

"The elder brothers in the palace are always the best in craftsmanship, and this clothes are actually made to perfection."

Shuang'er's small mouth seemed to have been smeared with honey, and she said nice things like she didn't need money, and the palace servants who came to present the wedding clothes were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear.

"It's better that Mr. Qiao has a good figure and looks good in anything."

An older palace servant smiled and complimented.

Now the young master of the Qiao family is the most enviable man in Beijing. Everyone knows that the Holy One only favors the Eighth Prince's daughter. It is not certain whether the throne will belong to the Crown Prince in the future.

If the Eighth Prince's daughter becomes the emperor, the son in front of him will be the empress of the world.

Now there are many people out there rushing to curry favor with Qiao's mansion, these palace servants have received such a good job today, and naturally they don't want to waste such a good opportunity.

Qiao Yun pursed her lips and smiled lightly, but said nothing.

Whether it looks good or not, he doesn't care much, as long as she likes it.

The happy clothes were in line with Qiao Yun's wishes, and the palace servants got a lot of reward money. Everyone in the palace knew that the Qiao family had always been rich in spending.

On the day of the wedding, Nan Jun was woken up early in the morning by the people from the palace to wash and change her clothes. She was so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open.

Qiao Yun got up earlier than Nan Jun, it can also be said that he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night, just waiting for the dawn!

The Eighth Prince's daughter got married, and the red silk was ten miles long, dyeing the entire main road in the capital a festive red.

Nan Jun didn't have the joy of getting married in her heart, she was always thinking about the man that night, and she didn't know if he would be sad if she married someone else.

If we meet again, she must explain it to him.

Before he could figure out why he had to explain the marriage to the young master, the servant who was serving Lian Qing rushed in and knelt at Nan Jun's feet.

"Prince, it's not good, Mr. Lian fainted."